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The Ladder
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| #2161 | A hospital room is like zero traffic. I'll drop by so often, because I love to shine. Are you having triplets? Enlarge the cylinder-wine. _ |
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| #2162 | Piping me from my canteen. I'm not sure why he's doing this. I'm better at sailing and I'm funny. Double rabbit holes? He-wish! _ |
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| #2163 | But dancing is Way off! Watch it mister! What do you think that means. Tractor? You're the tractor? Nothing. That's what he's done for me. _ |
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| #2164 | And he's not even "stem cell sleeping". But I have seen why he's fearing chance. Sorry to bother your, "in despair". It kind of does look like structured un-romance. _ |
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| #2165 | But you're not testing the wrong guy. How there's a "bedbug" that bites. What's that red mark on your back? It can see all around him. I'll have to go with that. _ |
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| #2166 | Tomorrow's lesson when you were a child. Why do you think you have a child's pace. When "the air moves in" I sense the miles. And remember we were Honda-Raced. _ |
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| #2167 | I cannot "right hand" white house gestures. But I can "yard-gnome" for several weeks. To understand such a snowstorm. I can watch an acre's heat. _ |
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| #2168 | Like the cure I'm not upset. "Everything" here is possible. So it takes a thousand dollars to build a bridge. And that's all of us. Beating the Meetings into a hospital. _ |
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| #2169 | I like him. He's got a two such mind. Moxy though. All his "freedoms". I'm a bad girl. I Listen to him all the time. _ |
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| #2170 | Change her room number please. It's "Two in Bed Everyday". I was trying to deliver her the latest news. "What's in the Heads of the Truly Rich". Not my thoughts in their way. _ |
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| #2171 | Everything has strength but why? Even things not yet established. So garlic. Have you got the message? Yes he's really average. _ |
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| #2172 | Now let's switch him out. I know what you're going to say. Go down to headquarters. The approach was bad. His "need water" ran-away. _ |
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| #2173 | My voice "is my spade" and I "think this is what". You called passions from a grave "re-lating". I also-think this is just plan B. That something might be "calcu-lateing". _ |
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| #2174 | There it is, with magic shape. This must be called their final. I have a feeling one can always-awake. With hands molding math's denial. _ |
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| #2175 | A rash wouldn't change "anything" though. Especially songs not understood. Beyond that I wash my face on rising. And magically they're not that good. _ |
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| #2176 | Of course "you can't have dinner with yourself". I haven't seen what a heaven said. Can I have "The brief access exactly aware'd". And adjustments with all the "lonely numbers paired". _ |
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| #2177 | Contact the supervisor. Look-at-her like-fishing changed-her. I've been "renamed", but something's missing. Dock my pay for one reactor. _ |
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| #2178 | Sorry I didn't notice! Do rocks really fly that high? To the banks of Anger-River. You're best shorthand, Miss Number Pi. _ |
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| #2179 | Do you know how-they handle that? Sometimes a hundred days go by. "Mama's don't let your babies be cowboys". Major! I wonder why spiders cry. _ |
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| #2180 | And, that is life. Let it aim right-here at shy. I'm not the type to sew a pocket; Perhaps "eager" is the best "word" why. _ |
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| #2181 | Where the alphabet can leave like wind. And even the adjectives may think of spin. Where the uncaged focus may roam or be. And even the news hounds sleep touching free. _ |
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| #2182 | The Internet is a very long snake. Inside I lie down and dance. When the mind dips down one notch. I move one inch then chance. _ |
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| #2183 | It's not just such a simple problem. It's complex like the spelling bee. But if you garden the hours right. It ends in justice like a pageantry. _ |
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| #2184 | Like fifteen nuns riding a single motorcycle. On a road trip to find the best printing shop. I hear physical world maintainers find the go. And spiritual world maintainers find the stop. _ |
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| #2185 | None of your business. Where's mom? America is about 1945 deep. Walking in driveway-snow, just before. Passenger-side of a slow moving Jeep. _ |
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| #2186 | I'm going to change right now. I'm sorry. But I wish I could remember you're there. Where you can not buy, all that sorrow. Is it still going to be there next year? _ |
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| #2187 | Looking out. I can't see. Isn't that ten-times taller than you? July is on your June note card? Big and inflamed. Move over I'm going too. _ |
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| #2188 | Excuse me miss. Is this vehicle a Taxi? Take us to First-Symptom avenue please? One block over before night Tremors. And before your husband sees? _ |
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| #2189 | I would give a kiss to learn. Why their interruptions burn. Is such hurt the reason why. Warm fronts speak cold fronts shy. _ |
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| #2190 | I learned a new word today. Well actually I made it up. It's all that fuss between one and zero. When all men know nilsenough. _ |
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